Blackmailed ( Martin Garrix Fanfiction )

p r o l o g u e ( part of the story )

I rolled out of my bed, my head pounding.
Last night was absolutely amazing, but I was starting to have enough. I missed Martin so much and it was my 7th show this week, and I had another one tonight. I had to study for my finals as well and I didn't know where to start.

My parents were on a business trip this week, and my sister moved out last year to live with her boyfriend, so I had the whole house for myself, which happens pretty often. They are away a lot.

I looked at the clock and my eyes widened.

It was already 2:40 in the afternoon!

I had to be at the festival in 3 hours, I was getting dinner with my manager and a few other DJs and then I would perform on the stage for an hour and a half. From 10:30 to 12:00.
This is exhausting, and I only have 3 hours to study and my finals are tomorrow.

But who am I to complain? I was the one who wanted to become a DJ, I was the one who wanted this and who dreamed of being on stage, to play the music I work so hard to create, and I had it. I have what I wanted, I'm the youngest DJ in the whole music industry.
I'm only 16, and I play my music at clubs and at festivals I wouldn't even be allowed to attend normally.

By day I'm just a regural school girl, and at night I party with people who can be twice my age.

I put two pieces of toast in the toaster and turned on the television, turning it to the news channel.

I made my way to the kitchen counter, pouring myself a glass of milk, as I hummed one of my upcoming tracks. I hadn't finished it yet, but I was really excited to release it.

Suddenly, the news reporter began talking about me, totally grabbing my attention, and that's when I found out something was going on.

"Yes, yes... We are extremely sad and sorry to inform you that last night, music prodigy Melody Benson, also known by her stage name Melody was found dead in the streets after a massive car accident. She was supposed to perform tonight in New-York City, but instead we will have a ceremony for her. She was the youngest DJ in the whole music industry. Only 17 and already on the face of every magazine and playing at the biggest clubs and festivals in the whole world. It's such a shame. We don't know if her boyfriend Martin Garrix knows yet, but this is all we have so far, I'm Kelly Anderson and you're watching CBC News,"

I turned off the T.V. speechless.
I felt like throwing up, this is some sort of sick joke.

How could have they found me in the streets last night, when I got home at 3 in the morning? I didn't understand what was happening, and all I could think of right now was that the whole world thought I was dead.
I began shaking, and I sat down, putting my face in my hands.

I could hardly breathe and I started panicking.
This is a joke.

Just as I was about to log on Twitter, I heard my ringtone. I rushed to where my phone was and quickly answered, my hands shaking.

I swallowed nervously, and for a moment I couldn't say anything, it was like I couldn't make any sound.

"H-hello?" I finally spoke, my voice shaking.
"Mel!"
I automatically recognized who it was, and it calmed me. I hadn't spoken to Martin in a while, we were both so busy.
"Martin, I-I don't know what's g-going on, I-I- the news and-"
"I know, something happened, weird things are happening to me too, but pretend that nothing happened and you can explain it tonight at the show, ok?"
"W-What? What do you mean, weird things?"
"Blackmail."

I gasped, not knowing how to react.

"He or she, whoever it is, they warned me about what just happened and I didn't believe them. But somehow they managed to make everyone believe you were dead, I don't know what's happening, but you need to stay silent ok?" He calmly said.
"Ok"
"I miss you, Mel"
"I miss you too," I softly smiled, but my smile faded as I heard the T.V. in the living room.

I had just turned it off.